Burden. Who is the maister and cheefe of this crew?
Miles. Ecce asinum mundi fugura[1377] rotundi,
Neat, sheat[1378] and fine, as briske as a cup of wine. 45
Burden. What are you?
Raphe. I am, father doctor, as a man would say, the belwether of this company: these are my lords, and I the Prince of Wales.
Clement. Are you Edward, the kings sonne? 49
Raphe. Sirra Miles, bring hither the tapster that drue the wine, and, I warrant, when they see how soundly I have broke his head, theile say twas done by no lesse man than a prince.
Mason. I cannot believe that this is the Prince of Wales.
Warren. And why so, sir?
Mason. For they say the prince is a brave & a wise gentleman.